THE KINCAID FAMILY KINK – Conclusion

THE KINCAID FAMILY KINK – part 6 & 7

by Oediplex 8==3~

Part 6: Harry’s mom arrives with a story to tell

The memories, of the last things she remembered, replayed in her head, like a flashback in a ‘B’ movie.

“I love you, Mandy!” cried her son, Jack. The first time he had called her by her first name, when they had made love.

“Oh, yess! I love you too, Jack. I love you too, lover!” She said. And then they once more drifted off. Their dreams were lovely, as they cuddled together, on Jack’s bed.

They slept late, not waking until there was a loud knocking at the door. Mandy at first thought it was a dream. But it came again. Then once more – the person was not going away. ‘Who the hell could it be?’ Mandy wondered as she staggered to her bedroom, grabbed her robe, and stumbled to the front door. She looked at the clock on the way. ‘Jeez! It was almost eleven!’ She and Jack had slept quite late. Harry, her husband, wasn’t due until the afternoon. The knock came again. She opened the door, expecting a neighbor wanting to borrow something. But who was standing there, shocked her awake.

It was Libby, Harry’s mother. What she said, instead of, “Sorry to surprise you, dear.” was like a nightmare instead. Libby looked her up and down, then right in the eye, and said, “You have been fucking Jack, haven’t you Mandy!”

Then before she could respond, Jack walked into the living room, still nude. “Oh! Hi Grandma!” he exclaimed. Mandy, felt faint, her knees wobbled. Jack seeing her begin to sway, rushed to her side, and helped her to the sofa. Their clothes from last night were strewn on the floor. Libby walked in, shutting the door as she did, and sat down across from her. Concern showed on her face. “Jack, go and get us some coffee, please. Make it quick.”

“Mother Libby . . .” Mandy was at a loss, as to what to say. The evidence of their sins, was clearly all around. And what was Jack doing, naked in front of his grandmother?

“Sorry to surprise you, dear.” Libby said. “Didn’t Jack mention that I called yesterday, and said I might drop by today? Clearly not. He ought to be more thoughtful for his poor mother. Especially now that you two have been screwing around. Don’t worry, Harry told me all about it. I didn’t believe it hardly, until I talked to Jack, yesterday on the phone. That’s when I told him, that I likely would be coming up to pay a visit. I wasn’t sure of the time. But I wanted to speak to you before Harry got back. I have to beg your apology, you see.”

Jack came back, still without a stitch, but with two mugs of coffee, steaming. “I used instant, and nuked it. But it’s a fancy brand. Cream, I remembered for you, Grandma. Black for you, mom.”

Libby accepted a mug, and got a good gander at Jack’s genitals. “Jack,” she said, matter of factly, “don’t be rude, or are you just showing off? Be a dear, and go to your room, let your mother and I chat a bit. Put some clothes on, for heaven’s sake. Just cause I know your secret, doesn’t mean that I want to see your equipment. Well . . . maybe later. Now be a good boy and skedaddle.”

When Jack had left, she continued. “Harry came to see me yesterday morning. He told me he had a confession. I wasn’t shocked. I had long known he had a thing for mommy. But I wasn’t going to go there, especially while his dad was alive. Nor did I wish to have anything to do with such shenanigans, since he was married to such a wonderful girl as yourself, Mandy. I didn’t want to let his fantasies turn into a nightmare. As I expected they would, if you ever found out. Nor, would I ever want to hurt you that way, dear.”

“But when Harry confessed, I told him as much. Then he told me the whole story of what had been going on lately, here. At first, I didn’t believe it. I called his bluff, so to speak, and phoned here to get the truth. Jack answered. I asked cautiously, if anything unusual had been going on in the home, as of the last several weeks. Jack guessed then, that Harry had come to see me. When I confirmed that his father was there with me, he opened up about the video, and the general gist of things. After that conversation, Harry and I talked a great deal more before I consented to . . Well, that’s what I have to ask your forgiveness for. It’s been quite a while, and I’m afraid, I gave into temptation with my son as well!”

Mandy was not getting her mind around the whole thing yet. The coffee was helping, but still it was a lot to take in, all at once. “You, . . and Harry?”

“Yes, dear. I was still reluctant, even though I had the complete details, and Jack’s confirmation of, well, the . . . the uh . . new dynamics taking place in your household. Harry told me that when he got to see you and Jack, doing the . . having each other completely, that he realized that he really had to try to have . . relations with me. He evidently, had planned to approach me earlier, since he phone to tell me he’d be dropping by on Saturday. That he had something special he wanted to share with me. I never dreamed it would be sex. Not at my age.”

Mandy studied her mother-in-law. Petite, with a still handsome figure. Her face was lined, but she was only . . ?

“Sixty-five” Said the elder woman, as if reading her mind.

“Libby, I hope I look as good as you when I get . . to that point.”

“Thank you dear, it’s just genetics, my mother was of the same good stock. She called us minxes. But that was a private joke, as we both were rather wild in our youth. I rather think, perhaps Jack has that side of the family. Anyway, back to Harry’s bold plan. So he arrives, and makes this big confession, about he has been horny for me all his life, and what it has recently led to. The three of you mixing and matching in bed, so to speak. After I confirmed that outlandish story with Jack, we continued to talk.”

“He wanted to get me to bed. I was reluctant to do so, without your permission. I mean, I have been widowed for five years. It’s been even longer since I had sex, since Harry’s dad wasn’t up to it, the last couple years when he had been ill, and impotent. Harry has always been able to charm me into getting his way. It’s not as if he isn’t a handsome devil. Takes after his dad, and Jack’s part of that linage as well. They all three look like the Lord saved the mold, and Jack could almost be his grandpa at that age.”

“Harry said he understood. But perhaps he could just give me a back-rub, and then take me out to dinner afterward. I used to love back-rubs. I mean, I still do, but there is nobody around to give me one. Unless I pay a masseuse, at the seniors health club I go to. So I felt that was a compromise, for the moment. Harry went and got the talc, and some towels. He had me lay down on the bed. I was just in my bra and panties, but Harry had seen me in that outfit for years. We were never overly modest, in our home.”

Mandy interrupted. “Libby, do you need more coffee?”

“Actually, would you have some sherry? I know it’s a bit early, but this caffeine is not doing anything but jangling my nerves. Or brandy, even better.” Mandy went and poured two large brandies, in snifters and they sat together on the couch, as Libby continued.

So there I am, in my underwear, and Harry starts to work on my shoulders.